(A/N): JUST A TINY SKETCH!!!

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Hot stuff is in here @~@

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Your collection of sketches has been getting bigger now. A tightly bounded leather book contained all the sketches you've been working on for the past year based on some weird overachieving New Year's Eve resolution you made. New Year's Eve resolutions are usually made to be broken in five days tops, but you managed to stick with your heavily demanding one. Everyday you sketch something new that can challenge in some way. Whether it has to deal with graphical gore or cartoonish styles was up to you, but you felt bored now.

How can you spice up your sketchbook?

The light and dark smooth lines of your sketches seem bland and not as fun as you hoped it would be. There was something you could do, if you are careful enough...

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Perfect. Target on lock. Now prepare to initiate mi-

"What are you doing?" Ichimatau was suddenly in front of you, an eyebrow raised while his arms were crossed.

You were caught. Or were you?

"Why are you on the floor? That's my spot." Ichimatsu didn't bother to say more, which was a good sign for you. He didn't know. For some reason, he loves to sit in that spot whenever he visits you.

"But it's nice down here." You pouted as you rolled over a few times on your new spot, teasing Ichimatsu as much as you can. He didn't really seemed to appreciate it and stopped your obsessive rolling with his right foot, glad to stop a weird scene from happening.

"It's still mine." He blandly retaliates as he takes his spot next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzles in your neck, not bothered by the fact that you were both cuddling on the floor. The floor was kinda dirty, but you couldn't care less at this point.

The two of you stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, silently breathing while you both mutually enjoyed each other's presence.
"Can I sketch you?" The question popped out of your mouth, ruining the pleasant atmosphere to a more tense atmosphere.

"A sketch?" His eyes wandered over to yours, now curious instead of his trademarked uninterest in several topics. He looks like he's about to pet a cat. Cute.

"Yep. A sketch." You repeated, now interested in his hair as you gently scratched his favorite spot, hoping to get on his good side. He surely wouldn't agree to it. He's just super shy.

"Eh?" Was all that came out, but his voice instantly turned into a small purr when he registered your fingers hitting the right spot near his ears.

"Come on. It's not like I'm going to display it." Though it did seem tempting to print out posters for every wall possible and hand a flyer to everyone of your boyfriend, he definitely would never let you see daylight again. Probably he would chain you underground in some nuclear bunker and feed you nothing but oranges everyday.

"...Fine. But you owe me cat food." Ichimatsu gives in, loving the feeling of your fingers slightly scraping his scalp.

So you will be donating to charity and getting a fabulous sketch of your boyfriend. It's a good cause for a good cause.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled the two of you up, momentarily confusing Ichimatsu.

"Okay! On you go!" You immediately shoved him in the bathroom with strength you didn't know you had while he let out a surprised gasp, his eyes widening as you shut the door.

"Ehhhhhh!?!?!"

"Just strip and tell me when you're ready." You ordered, a bit of excitement in your voice as he only affirmed it with a loud muffled groan.

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Now you lightly tapped your fingers against a wooden table in a simple rhythm, imagining a whole chorus and orchestra behind you adding on to it. Your leather bound sketchbook was flipped open to an empty page, a lone wooden pencil unceremoniously partially weighing down the stubborn open page. You let out a breathy sigh, your ponytail ruffling from the action while your pencil jolted and rolled off the table. You groaned as loud as you can as you bent your back over, snatching your troublesome pencil from the floor. "Stupid pencil..." Your eyes rolled up, directly staring at Ichimatsu's dick. Ichimatsu must've finished undressing the exact moment your pencil fell.

You almost choked, bumping your head against the table while sputtering out several incoherent words. You hair was now a bird's nest, wildly messed up as you scrambled away from the floor, shakily standing up and deeply collapsing into your chair. You didn't expect that much of a sight.

Ichimatsu only huffed when you bumped your head against the stone hard table, showing no concern as to you possibly getting brain damage or a coma. He plopped himself on the bed, silently observing you. You fumbled as you straightened up your back to look as professional as you can possibly act, a straight face with a slight blush overhead it.

"S-So. I just want you to...lay down on the bed." You simply explained, gulping mid-sentence when Ichimatsu does what you say without any shame at all. He must've been naked several times in public with his brothers on one of their crazy adventures.
"This?" Ichimatsu simply leaned on one elbow, the covers flowing around him in a suggestive but innocent way.

"Perfect." You feigned a sense of accomplishment, now having a dorky smile as you started to look between your sketchbook and Ichimatsu, drawing him with the best of your artistic abilities. (A/N: I'M ARTISTICALLY CHALLENGED-)

Over time, though, you noticed how...more erratic Ichimatsu's intense look gets as you sketched him, especially how he was getting more perky over time...

Even his dick was getting harder the exact moment you start to sketch it. It didn't help that you were shaking-no, trembling while your pencil started unevenly gliding across your paper in dark lines. Slowly, your eraser starts getting smaller from the unusual outbreak of mistakes you're getting. You couldn't help but blush when you have to tell yourself four times that you already moved on from drawing his dick to a non-intimate part of his body.

You were sweating, struggling to not go up there and take care of the problem yourself. Finally, after long hours of labor and dedication, you finished! You proudly smiled at the complete sketch, focused on the accuracy before someone snatched your wrist.

"Did you really expect me to behave when I'm naked right in front of you?" Ichimatsu growled out, forcing you to stumble on the bed. Ichimatsu automatically towers over your small body, harshly nibbling your earlobe.

"It took so much energy to control myself, I just can't take it anymore...!" Ichimatsu bites down the soft cartilage more harder, marking you messily while lapping up the blood that surfaced to the outside. You winced, feeling like your ears just got pierced again, only this time oddly more thankful for it.

"I saw you shaking...am I really that trashy for you?" Ichimatsu mutters out in a harsh tone, whispering in your ear. You whimpered quietly, not used to this kind of behavior towards you. He either shuns you or cuddles you, that's it.

"Or was it...something else~?" Ichimatsu locks both of your wrists in one place with a single hand while the other free one rubs your hips, as if your curves were sculpted by the gods themselves. You could practically see his smirk getting more wider the longer he touches you.

"This is what happens when you trick me, you naughty little girl...~" Ichimatsu crawls his hand underneath your shirt, immediately in contact with your stomach. His hand was a bit cold, immediately making you yelp from the sudden touch. Ichimatsu takes this as a good sign, continuing to touch your body. It felt weird, but you didn't dare stop him. At least Ichimatsu-sama didn't appear yet.

Ichimatsu grinds in your leg, focusing on his work while you blushed, feeling his hard dick not so subtly rutting against you.

You feverishly encouraged him by letting out a few whispers of approval, forgetting about your sketchbook completely.

His fingers eagerly worked his way to your hips, tugging down the hem of your pants and stared at your panties, grinning at the wetness dripping from the soft fabric.

He slightly palmed the shape of your vagina, tracing the curves of it before slowly pulling your panties down to your ankles. You blushed, suddenly more vulnerable than you have ever been in front of Ichimatsu and squirmed under him.

Ichimatsu presses your body down more on the bed, growling as he locks you in place before he presses a finger against your clit. You yelped loudly, afraid of what might come. Ichimatsu pressed in circles around your clit harder before stopping at the middle, gently entering the tip of his finger in. It felt really weird, to have something like his finger inside of you doing nothing at all. People get off from this?

Ichimatsu gently worms his whole finger inside, making you blush from the uncomfortable feeling. Another finger goes in, quicker as your entrance started to stretch and squeeze his fingers. Your little virgin hole was still tight, never stretched out like this before.

It still felt almost terrible, even if Ichimatsu starts thrusting his fingers in. Until he scissored his fingers in.

"Ahhhhh~!" You suddenly moaned, now activated from his fingers bending in a direction that slightly pressed deeper inside of you.

Ichimatsu does it again, causing another gutteral moan to escape from your lips.

You bit your lips and tried to keep in the wanton noises from escaping, your legs slightly kicking Ichimatsu's back from the contact. Ichimatsu seems surprised from your kicks and groans, his fingers slowly escaping your wet entrance.

Ichimatsu growls lowly. "Ahh..." Ichimatsu stops for an unknown reason, alarming you as you scanned for his face for answers. He bit his lower lip, his eyes half lidded as he waited for something to pass over.

"Ah, I'm sore..." Ichimatsu awkwardly states, getting off your body and collapsing on the bed. You immediately stood up on the bed and helped him relax on your bed, despite you being naked just a moment ago.

"Uhm..." So...what do you do now? He did just stay in French style position for about 3 hours without even a break. Of course he would be sore.

"You still owe me cat food." Ichimatsu spats out, making you sigh. He wasn't mad, thank goodness for that.

Your sketchbook was laid out on the table you drew on just moments again, clearly showing a nude sketch of Ichimatsu. Inspiration will definitely hit you now.

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(A/N): This is just terrible. Just super terrible. Should I make this in a real lemon one day?
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